Weekends lyrics

will.i.amI called chad on wednesday nightSo we could make plans for thursday nightHe said "we could go hit the peapods"I was like yeah, that's my favorite spotPlus I like it there, cause I got Reed full lyricslove on the listHigh powered juice, where I don't even get friskedWalk up in the place and get love from the missesPounds from my brothers, cuz they knowing that dissesThe place to be to let it all outBut when the weekend come, the weekend comeY'all could comeSo go tell ya mama come and ya papa comeGo to spin the record so we can get dumbPlace packed, capacity maximumDue to my man polo promotionAnd I can't wait to go out and hear some

apl.de.apWalk in the club at like 10:00And the spot is hot, blowing up rooftopsIts thursday night and the night is youngFour day weekend, time to have some funD.J.'s scutter up, drop them jointsEverybody's been waiting to dance and make noiseB-boys, let me see you break it downAnd ladies, let your hips move aroundIts the sound of the bep familyGot a poet named life and a sister kimyAnd the blood of abrahamSo let's get ready for the jam

It was a thursday night and the party was bumpin'And the bass was thumpin' and people was jumpin'And taboo's at the front door comin'Taboo's at the front door cominAndAnd here he come nowAndNah, nah, nah

TabooYo, Mr. SmithWin or win Mr. SmithGet our boogie on when the weekend comeCheck the peapod, cause the vibrates is strongSalinas filipinas, they come one by oneAll lined up, and they ready for funShort one's, tall one's, beautiful onesB-boys, b-girls, ready to whatBreaking and shaking when we doing our ishJ-rock from the beat junkies ready to mixCuz they cutting up the wax for everybodyCome on over cuz were having a partyWe lighting up the sky with the burning starThrow your hands in the air, if you know who you areCuz we jumpin' around with the broshigeezAnd get less by the beat pharmacy, cuz they hitting you with